The text messages that begin arriving on June 28 end my ordinary life. "Where does your husband work?" "What's happening in Annapolis?" "Have you seen the news?" My husband, John McNamara, is a reporter for the Capital Gazette. I am at my office, a government agency just outside Washington, D.C.
I Google. Then I close my laptop and run toward the parking lot.
I pass one of the new TVs mounted on the walls, where a CNN news crawl says SHOOTING AT ANNAPOLIS CAPITAL. I sit down, perhaps on the floor. I look for John's bright blue shirt in the footage of evacuees.